I admit it. I watch “Extreme Home Makeover,” just so that I can justify tears on a weekly basis. I don’t know, something about the emotional release is preparation in a way for another stressful week. Tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up, put my business face on and make strategic marketing decisions. But for now, tears fall as I sip my glass of wine.
Speaking of technological difficulties (I know, we weren’t), I wrote this whole big long blog a couple days ago about how living in the city brings out the aggression in me, especially while driving. I am constantly amazing at the selfishness exhibited by drivers trying to get just one car length ahead of the next guy. But, the Chicago Marathon is one of my favorite days of the year because the city comes together to cheer on people they know, but more importantly, the ones they don’t know. Even though this year’s marathon was marked by tragedy, it is still one of my favorite days of the year. I remember why I love the city. There - summed up four paragraphs in just one.
I had lunch with my brother this week. It was nice. A couple people from work knew of my plans and asked me how lunch was when I returned. I felt weird saying I had a really good time. I don’t like talking about my feelings and I don’t like talking about how much I enjoy spending time with my brother. He’s a cool guy. I am glad we are friends, not just siblings.
I went to my co-worker’s party last night and I had the best time. I kind of felt old and didn’t really feel like going. But a promise is a promise, so I got dressed up and drug myself over to Lincoln Square. Initially I didn’t know anyone except the hostess, but I had the best time ever.